The firelight flickered faintly...
Second Pillar leaned against a stone wall, his face somewhat pale. The mysterious masked man, Tobi, stood with his arms folded beside a stone table not far from Sasuke, conducting some sort of experiment.
"How is it? Have you thought it over, Sasuke?" Tobi asked softly with a smile, shaking the test tube in his hand.
"Is there even anything to consider? I will definitely avenge my clan! My parents, my clan, Itachi!" Sasuke's formerly indifferent expression suddenly twisted into a vicious grimace. His hands clenched tightly into fists, veins bulging as he spoke each word through gritted teeth.
"Heh." Tobi chuckled softly, his tone filled with understanding. Just as he had predicted, as long as Sasuke was told the truth, this child would be incredibly easy to control...
In the face of a despairing reality!
This world had already fallen apart! There was no hope left to speak of! Deep, unforgettable hatred also showed in Tobi's single Mangekyō Sharingan. Reality was despairing, so let reality itself disappear!
"Your three companions have been arranged somewhere else. Once you recover from your injuries, you can go find them yourself. Before you seek out Konoha, though, I hope you can help me complete a task. After all, I'll help you deal with Konoha, so you must offer an equivalent exchange, shouldn't you?" Tobi turned his head, his tone mild, though the unquestionable authority in his words was unmistakable.
Sasuke frowned slightly and looked at Tobi with the same calm gaze. After pondering for a moment, he abruptly nodded.
"That's fine. But I want to ask—where is Itachi's body? Is it with you?" A trace of faint sorrow appeared in Second Pillar's expression. After learning the truth, Sasuke's guilt toward Itachi and hatred for Konoha had both reached their